Free Biker Taken (The Lost Souls MC Series Book 6) by Ellie R Hunter

sure will I think to myself and know my brothers are thinking the same thing.
    “Until tomorrow,” I grunt, turning to leave.
    Slade follows beside me and Sparky leaves last after everyone else. Noah and his men are waiting by their bikes and stop talking amongst themselves when they see us coming.
    “He isn’t here, Cas. They must have moved him after we left like I thought.”
    “It was never going to be that easy,” I shrug.
    “What the fuck? We’re just gonna leave?” Sparky growls angrily, reaching his bike beside mine.
    “For tonight we are, tomorrow is a different day.”
    “He isn’t fucking around, Cas, I saw it in his eyes, he will kill Oak,” Sparky hisses.
    “That’s why I didn’t shoot the dipshit, I want Oak back as much as you do but having a shootout isn’t going to help him tonight.”
    “He made it very clear what will happen if we step against him tonight,” Slade tells Noah.
    It grinds against everything my heart is begging me to do, I stick with using my head and signal for everyone to leave.
    The ride back to the clubhouse is long and frustrating. Normally being on the road is soothing and relaxes me no matter what is going on in my life. Not tonight. Too much is at stake and nothing can take the edge of electricity simmering through my bones.
    “You need to get some sleep,” Sparky tells me, unclipping his helmet.
    “I want everyone in the back room at ten, and call Pope, I want him back.”
    He nods once and disappears himself into the clubhouse, fatigue cutting him with every step he takes.
    I make my own way to my old room and quietly lock the door behind me as not to wake Alannah and Leo.
    Bending over the travel cot, I press a kiss to my knuckles and sweep them across my son’s face. His little lips bunching up together always gets me.
    Stripping down to my boxers, I carefully pull back the sheets and slide in behind my wife. Her warm body automatically moulds with mine and she stirs awake in my arms.
    “I hate sleeping in this room,” she whispers, in disgust.
    “I know, babe,” I whisper into her hair.
    She wiggles and gets comfortable again and asks, “Did you bring him home?”
    “No,” I sigh, heavily, “Go back to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”
    I try to use the silence of the night to form a plan of rescue, but my eyes drift close and I succumb to sleep.
     

                                                                                                                                      Chapter Eleven
    Oak
     
    The warm night breeze cools my skin as I ride towards town and back to my place. It dawned on me that I haven’t been there in four months. If truth be told, I hate spending time there and if it didn’t hold sentimental value to me, I’d sell it and spend every night for the rest of my life at the clubhouse. It lost its appeal to me over twenty years ago when the one woman who made it a home left me. I push away the thoughts of Shellie and mentally slap myself for not drinking enough to forget about her. I’ve had more than enough to not be allowed on the road but still, it’s not enough to forget about her. It never is.
    The roads are pitch black between the clubhouse and town, and two headlights shine bright in the distance, coming towards me. Thrashing the throttle, I cause a little excitement and speed up. I’ve made this trip countless times over the years and never have I been in an accident. Only, this time, the truck kicks up speed and wavers onto my side of the road. I swerve to their side and it becomes a game to the both of us.
    The closer we get, the harder my heart pounds in my chest. Whoever is driving flicks on their high beams and in seconds, I can’t see jack shit and the last swerve I make I slide off my bike and land on the dirt. That’s all I can remember of last night, or maybe it was